While the websites, bobsbooks.co.nz & robbertee-bobs-books.co.nz had been created as platforms to sell my non-fiction books, self written and published books they have also in places turned into a one way rant or blog site where I can have my say on whatever occurs to me. While some of my rants may appear irrelevant bear in mind the way most of us see the world has been moulded by our life's experiences, and the older we get the more we have had.
If you do read the whole thing, if nothing else you must agree that while we loosely talk of the majority as if they are all the same, on having a closer look you soon realize that we all have our own unique stories to tell, and while I am not claiming mine is, I am happy for you to be the judge of that.
Consequently they must and do influence our thinking, therefore if I try to talk then write with a plum in my mouth to make it more Political Correct, it will no longer be a truthful account of my life's doings, or truly how I see what is happening in the world and closer to home, for example in our own back yard. Therefore I hope you can spare more than a few seconds & read much of what I have had to say on my websites because I feel it will prepare, or give you a better understanding as to the style the books have been written in.
Your story may not be about livestock, primarily sheep, dogs, horses, old trucks and farm machinery, but having said that, no matter what you have done during your life I will be surprised if you do not come across something in one or the other of my non-fiction books, that you cannot relate to. I realized long ago that what we perceive to be the majority are no more alike than peas in a pod, nevertheless are just as controllable by a democratic government as a mob of sheep are by a mediocre shepherd, and a few of what most of us would have considered almost useless dogs.
While I will admit 10% of what is written on this website is FICTION, I can honestly say the other 90% is NON-FICTION, because these books have been written by yours truly (robberteebob) from and about the experiences I have had, living here in NEW ZEALAND for 70 plus years.
Staying within the perimeters of the philosophy that I have followed all my life, which is pretty much, “if GOD himself had not made it, why the (what can I say) couldn't I?” I have written these books on an old personal computer that experts (educated professionals) told me was (again what can I say) then printed them with cheap, modified printers that could have been made to work like they now do, to start with.
Furthermore I taught myself how to use, and develop other software and what have you, bound, designed and created the covers the way I wanted them, then stuck it all together for peanuts compared to what some clever educated buggers had quoted me. Subsequently nothing I produce conforms to what the majority consider the status quo, (and all I can say to that is what my eldest daughter used to say when she was a kid, and incidentally it used to drive me nuts then and still does on occasions) 'TO BAD HOW SAD'.
However its when they get out in the real world most soon find out they are no brighter than the majority, the 80-90% of sheep but because the majority are the same in their quest to own and worship crap that is basically the same, anything that the masses using their collective consciousness don't want is deemed to be crap therefore amateurishly, unprofessionally designed and built, and in their opinion most likely produced by slave labour.
I think it is a sad state of affairs when a website or anything else for that matter is considered amateurish simply because it was not stuck together using templates produced by so called clever buggers the professionals. No matter how hard you look you will not find one page on any of my sites that are what some educated clever bugger claimed was what I should have. All of these clever smart-arsed .astards are only cleverer then those like me because they have individually been told they are cleverer than the rest and belong in a elite group at the top of the pole.
When I watch and listen to the so-called news these days I am absolutely astounded at the level of reverence that is given to sport, especially those whatever's that my mum used to call football louts.
There have been billions of good decent people gone to their graves without leaving a word behind, the vast majority of these people have in their lifetime done more for others, than anyone has given them credit for. Even the humblest farmer,farm worker, peasant, or otherwise has helped feed many more than his immediate family, but has lived and died without any fanfare. Although on the other hand, some bugger that has been nothing but a 'what can I say?', be it within or outside the law, or climbed a mountain somewhere, or has been skittled attempting to kill some bugger defending his own country because the establishment had convinced him he was doing it to save his own, has millions of words written about him / her and is remembered for ever.
I guess is a bit unfair to pick on sport because while I am only astounded as to the importance of it to many, most of the others especially these crap cooking programs, almost make me sick, not so much by the competitors but the puffed up self inpinioneted .astards that sit in judment. They remind me of a old saying when somebody complained about his meal with "where is the .astard cook", and some body else responded with "who called the .astard a cook".
Here is what a corporate lawyer in a prominent New York firm, is alleged to have admitted to a friend, he confessed that his job was utterly meaningless, contributed nothing to the world and in his estimation should not really exist. But I bet that won't be included in the text of his eulogy when its read out at his funeral.
I could write a long winded account of my life's doings here but I think the previous three pages is probably enough as my entire 70 odd years has been pretty thoroughly covered in the 5 BOB BOOKS much of what can be read online on bobsbooks.co.nz or downloaded as PDF copies or purchased as soft covered a5 sized books.
There is a couple of things from the opening page that at the time with reference to the magpies and the green ink I was not really sure just as to why the magpies were there or why I had chosen to use green ink but after giving it a bit of thought it's pretty obvious once the grey matter was aroused.
Now the green ink = In the photo I used I was wearing a green jersey, from a farming background green grass meant healthy stock, & silage. after years of driving stock trucks and feeding out silage the thing I still miss from those years is the smell of silage and dirty stock trucks.
Without the green grass you can not have the lovely unique smell of silage or cattle shit that has been partly fermented on a old wooden truck deck that has not been washed out for a few days. (the truck aroma is not to be confused with the stuff and stink a tit puller has pumped onto his roadside paddocks from a shit hole behind his cow shed.)
Since leaving school the last 60 years have been spent mainly in the Central North Island of New Zealand on dry stock farms, rural trucking, and for a few years prior to retirement engineering in support of a timber processing plant. I guess you could call me a jack of all trades, but i am sure some uncharitable buggers would add, and master of none, nevertheless I have managed to keep bread on the table without the help of any educated .astard and from what I have seen for about the last two decades their worthless certificates & diplomas.
I will start with the magpies = black and white, boarder collie heading dogs, MOT black & white cars & uniforms, heading dogs and the MOT have been mentioned through out all my books.